{"id":12287,"date":"2005-06-01T14:29:11","date_gmt":"2005-06-01T18:29:11","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/bonanzabrand.info\/library\/?p=12287"},"modified":"2025-02-27T12:10:45","modified_gmt":"2025-02-27T17:10:45","slug":"reflections-of-my-father-by-debbieb","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/bonanzabrand.info\/library\/?p=12287","title":{"rendered":"Reflections of my Father (by DebbieB)"},"content":{"rendered":"

Summary:<\/strong>\u00a0 Not yet sleepy, Joe sits down at his desk and pens a few thoughts he’s had buzzing around in his head all day.<\/p>\n

Rated:\u00a0 <\/strong>G (3,250 words)<\/p>\n

Reflections of my Father<\/strong><\/p>\n

It certainly has been a long day and I\u2019m bushed. My brothers and I have mended fences since sunup this morning and unless you\u2019ve ever ridden along with us, you have no idea just how much fencing it takes to keep Ponderosa cattle from straying. They\u2019re stubborn critters to be sure, and they hate to be fenced in, it\u2019s like they believe that old saying about the grass being greener on the other side!<\/p>\n

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Whew\u2026I couldn\u2019t count the number of bovines I had to chase back through that broken fence, and then once there, I had to make sure they stayed there until Hoss and Adam could mend that section of the fence. Then we moved down the line a ways and found another section that needed fixing, so Adam and I took care of that break. Hoss volunteered to round up what steers had wandered through to that \u2018greener\u2019 pasture. By the time we finished both of those sections, we were beat and it was getting near suppertime. Adam said we might as well call it a day and head on back home.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Hoss was purely overjoyed with that suggestion. He didn\u2019t have to be prompted twice, as always, he was complaining of being hungry\u2026course he\u2019s always hungry! Me and Adam like to tease the big man about his appetite\u2026though when I\u2019m hungry I can eat almost as much as Hoss; so can Adam, but we try not too\u2026one man the size of that giant in our family is enough. I know Pa sometimes wishes he had fathered three dainty little girls rather than three rough necked, always hungry, growing boys! At least his grocery bill might have been a might smaller! I suspect that Mr. Cass over at the mercantile ain\u2019t complaining though.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Sometimes I wonder just how on earth Pa ever managed to keep his sanity, raising the three of us. For sure we have given him more than one headache in our time. Me especially, though I never mean too. Things just happen and for some unexplainable reason, I always seem to get caught up in them. I usually wind up in some sort of a jam for which Adam or Hoss or both, have to save my hide, or I end up in trouble and have to endure one of Pa\u2019s lectures. Guess they don\u2019t call me the trouble magnet for nothing!<\/p>\n

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Hahaha\u2026I remember when I was a kid, I\u2019d get sent to my room to wait. That was the worst, the waiting. I never knew from one time to the next what Pa might do to me. Sometimes, when I was younger, I\u2019d get a good walloping, other times I\u2019d get a good talking to, but almost every time, I\u2019d get restricted to the house or yard. I hated that too, I\u2019d rather take the licking as to be confined\u2026and I think Pa knew that and that\u2019s why he\u2019d add the restriction on the punishment\u2026to make me think twice before doing \u2018it\u2019 again, whatever the \u2018it\u2019 would be a the moment.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Aw\u2026Pa. He sure is the best. I\u2019m a lucky fellow, both me and my brothers that is, to have a father like Pa. He\u2019s the most understanding, compassionate man I know. I owe him so much\u2026not in dollars and cents, but for the things he\u2019s taught me. For the way he raised me and my brothers\u2026for the sacrifices he\u2019s made for us. You can\u2019t put a dollar sign on that\u2026a father\u2019s love has no price\u2026it\u2019s priceless!<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

I can\u2019t put into words how I feel at times. I can remember being scared a lot as a kid, shoot, I can remember being afraid as a man too; and not so long ago either. But Pa has always told me that it\u2019s alright to be afraid\u2026he said even a grown-up is afraid at times.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

And he told me that it\u2019s alright to cry too. Image that, a grown man crying\u2026but I\u2019ve done it. When something reaches down inside of you and grabs you around the heart, and your emotions boil up so high, you have to have a release. Pa\u2019s saying is, \u2018that crying is good for your soul; it purges the spirit and cleanses away the unhappiness or the grief that you\u2019re feeling at the time\u2019. He said,\u2019 it makes the day seem less wretched and the morrow a bit brighter and easier to face. The darkest hour is always just before dawn\u2019, I heard him say one time\u2026and he said, \u2018Joy cometh in the morning\u2019\u2026so I guess even a man needs hope for a brighter tomorrow and if crying gives him that, then why not?<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

I can remember only once when I\u2019ve seen my Pa break down and cry. I mean really cry. Actually, he sobbed, and that was when my Mama died. I was so scared then. Pa was stricken so with grief that I feared he would die as well, and then I\u2019d have no one, other than my older brothers. If it hadn\u2019t been for Adam taking care of me and Hoss, I don\u2019t know what would have happened to us back then. But finally, Pa was able to put aside his grief and go on with life. I don\u2019t think he ever really did get over my Mama\u2019s death; he seemed different after that. He was quieter, more reserved and it seemed to me that he\u2019d never smile again, but he did eventually, saying that \u2018life is for the living\u2026and we had to go on\u2019, and that\u2019s what we did, the four of us, together.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Pa\u2019s taught me a lot about living. He says that family is all a man really needs, and that family is everything. If you have a family to love you, you\u2019ve got the whole world whether you\u2019ve got a lot of money or practically none at all.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

I always knew that Pa loved me, sometimes I wondered about my brothers\u2026though deep down I knew they did, there were just other times that it seemed as if there might be some doubt. But then something would happen, I\u2019d get in one of those jams I was talking about, or I\u2019d get hurt and what do you think? Adam and Hoss were right there to help me\u2026never failed. Like the time Adam accidentally shot me when we were hunting that wolf. That was an especially difficult time for my brother. Adam felt responsible, see cause it was his bullet that hit me in the shoulder, and then that dang wolf attacked me. I was in pretty bad shape, but Adam was determined to get me home and all the way, he\u2019d whispered to me, \u2018hang on buddy, don\u2019t you dare die on me, Little Joe\u2019\u2026 or \u2018I\u2019m sorry, kid\u2026I\u2019m so sorry\u2019.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

No one ever knew he said those things, but I heard him\u2026and I clung to those words, wanting desperately to tell him that I didn\u2019t blame him for what happened, that it was my fault, I should have listened to him when he said we needed to head on back home, but I didn\u2019t\u2026and I got hurt because of my stubbornness.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

It was a scary time for Adam. It\u2019s hard for me to picture him being afraid, but he was; I could see it in his eyes; I heard it in his voice when he talked to me. After that, I never doubted his love for me. He was going to go away, he told me, but then he didn\u2019t\u2026his heart and soul belonged to us, to this ranch\u2026but I\u2019ll never forget how frightened he\u2019d been or how afraid I was that he\u2019d leave, all because of a silly accident.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

I remember one particular time I was afraid. It was the same year my ma died, right before in fact. Adam was teaching me how to ride a horse, he\u2019s about the best horseman around, you know. Anyway, he had me on my pony, Mama and Pa were sitting on the side porch watching me, bragging about how well I was doing and then all of a sudden, I fell off, I never did understand how I\u2019d managed to do it, but fall I did. I started to cry cause I\u2019d bonked my head and my mother jumped up from her chair and started to run to me, but Pa grabbed her arm and stopped her. He just called out to me to get back on the pony. I didn\u2019t want too cause I was scared, after all, I was only a little kid and to fall that far seemed like a great big fall to me when you\u2019re sitting on the back of a horse. Anyway, I didn\u2019t want to do it, but Pa kept encouraging me to do so\u2026he said not to be afraid, everything would be alright.<\/p>\n

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I wanted to run to my mama and get a hug, but I could see that pa was waiting for me to do as he told so I swallowed the sick feeling I had in the pit of my stomach, and knowing I could always trust my Pa, I let Adam help me back up. Old Paint stood perfectly still while I remounted, like he knew he had caused me to fall and hurt myself. I thought his huge, sad eyes were telling me that he was sorry. After I was on, he trotted around the yard real slow like, letting me get the feel of things again. After a while, I wasn\u2019t scared anymore, and since that day, I\u2019ve never been afraid to ride any horse.<\/p>\n

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That\u2019s not to say I never took a tumble off one again, cause I sure have. And the next time I did, I wasn\u2019t the one who got scared, it was Pa. You see, what happened was, I came riding into the yard\u2026probably faster than I should, considering I was only about seven years old at the time. Anyway, Old Paint stepped in a hole, neither one of us saw it, and when he stumbled, I went flying over his head. I don\u2019t remember much after that, I landed with a thud and everything went black. The next thing I do remember was two hours later, waking up and seeing Pa leaning down over me. There were tears in his eyes but I couldn\u2019t figure out why my pa would be crying\u2026I was still alive, but then he pulled me up into his arms and crushed me to him in the tightest hug I\u2019d ever had. He began sobbing and it scared the fire outta me.\u00a0\u00a0 Adam explained it to me later that it was because Pa was afraid I might have been killed. It was only a couple of years after my mother died, and Adam reminded me that she had been killed from a fall off her horse in much the same way, and seeing me fall like I done, made Pa feel as if he were reliving her death all over again. I understood then\u2026and now as a young man I think back to that time and realize just how frightened my Pa must have been and why his emotions had reached down deep inside of him and wrapped around his heart\u2026it was a time when a man could cry and still be called a man.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

But it was the time that I learned that it takes more than knowing how to rope and ride, brand cattle, muck stalls and shoot a gun, to be a man. Sure, a man had to know all those things, and Pa and my brothers taught them to me\u2026they taught me everything I know really\u2026but Pa says that a man also has to know many other things too, like when to fight and when to walk away.<\/p>\n

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Turning the other cheek never has come easy for me\u2026my temper is too quick\u2026which is why I get in trouble so much! Hoss teases me by saying it\u2019s because of me that Pa\u2019s hair is the color it is\u2026but I can\u2019t believe that all of that silver should be credited to me\u2026regardless of what people think, Adam and Hoss are no angels! They\u2019ve gotten themselves into some tight spots that Pa has had to come to their rescue as well as mine.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

One thing Pa said to remember, and that\u2019s to always do your best. I remember when I was still in school, and\u2026well, it was no secret, school wasn\u2019t my favorite place to be. I never did get much out of it, I\u2019d rather be at home with Pa and Adam and Hoss, working on the ranch, especially working with the horses. But Pa would explain it to me as such: \u2018You can\u2019t be a good horseman\u2026a good cattleman or a good rancher unless you have a good education\u2019. Took me until I was about grown to fully understand the meaning of that, but it dawned on me eventually.<\/p>\n

\u2018Always strive to be the best you can be\u2019, that\u2019s what Pa preached to me.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

When I did something wrong\u2026when I made a mistake, I recall him asking me, \u201cJoseph, did you do the best you could?\u201d I\u2019d reply that I had. Then Pa would put his hand on my shoulder and smile down at me, \u201cThen, \u201c he would say, \u201cThat\u2019s all I\u2019ve ever asked of you, to do the best you can\u2026that\u2019s all any man can do. But it is when he doesn\u2019t try, that he fails\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

I\u2019ve never forgotten those words. Years later, I find myself still striving to do my best\u2026it\u2019s an ongoing job, but one that I hope will make my father and my brothers proud of me.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

It\u2019s late now, and I should probably be in bed. We have another long day ahead of us tomorrow. Everyday that you work on a ranch this size, is a long day. It takes all four of us working together to keep the Ponderosa running smoothly. Not one of us could manage alone, without the others.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

It\u2019s like Pa says, \u2018together we cannot be broken, but separate we can break.\u2019 I\u2019ve seen that example put to the test before, like the time I won that lumber contract and thought I could handle things on my own. I found out soon enough, the hard way, that I wasn\u2019t the man I thought I was. I was too prideful to ask my family for help, until things started to go really wrong. I was all ready to give up, and then Pa said to me, \u2018we\u2019re here for you, son, all you have to do is ask.\u2019<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

When I looked him in the eye and studied his face, I knew he meant it. I knew he was speaking from the heart, that he didn\u2019t think I was a failure, but that I had done my best, and because of circumstances beyond MY control, not because of anything I had done, I needed help, from a wiser, more experienced source\u2026namely, my family. As always, they were there for me and I was able to finish the project on time, for which my Pa and brothers gave me all the credit. I learned a lot that summer\u2026that a man\u2019s family is everything\u2026and if that\u2019s the case, I have everything!<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Pa will be coming up shortly to say good night. He still peeks in on us boys, even if we are all grown. It\u2019s an old habit, and Pa says that old habits are hard to break, especially for a father with three sons. But I don\u2019t mind his peeking in to be sure all\u2019s well\u2026it kind of gives me a safe feeling knowing that after all these years, my father cares enough to want to make sure his family is well before he turns in for the night.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Someday, Pa won\u2019t be around to say goodnight to me anymore\u2026and though it\u2019s a simple thing as such, it is one of many things about Pa that I will miss terribly. So, for now, I welcome his saying \u2018good night, son\u2026sleep well and God bless.\u2019<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

I can hear his footsteps on the stairs now. He\u2019s coming down the hall\u2026the soft tap on the door\u2026<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s opened.\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Pa gently pushes the door opened and pokes his head in, surprised to see me at my desk rather than sprawled out in the bed.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cNot sleepy?\u201d he grins.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cAlmost.\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cWell, don\u2019t say up to late, son\u2026tomorrow\u2019s another long day.\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cI won\u2019t, Pa. I\u2019m almost finished.\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cAlright then. Good night, Joseph, sleep well\u2026and God bless.\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cGood night, Pa.\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

It\u2019s always the same, the last words of the day that he speaks to me have been seared into my mind and heart forever and I shall never forget them. I can imagine myself repeating the same phrases to my own sons and daughters someday, if I\u2019m fortunate enough to get married and have children of my own.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

I remember my father telling a man once, when we accidentally got caught up with the Barns family\u2026a nasty bunch to be sure\u2026except for Homer\u2026who we knew as Jed Lolly. Anyway, old man Barns had four sons, two had been hanged, one he shot and killed himself and the other was Jed\u2026a good friend of ours. Jed had served some time in prison for things he\u2019d done and once out, had changed his name and set his life on the right road. But that day, when Jed\u2019s twin brother was about to shoot me and old man Barns was about to shoot Pa, Pa told him that \u2018the only worthwhile thing a man leaves when he dies are his children, what he was lives on in them.\u2019 And then Pa says, \u2018When people look at my sons, I want them to remember me well.\u2019<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Needless to say, I have a lot to live up to! Not that I can ever walk the same paths as my father walked, or the same ones as Adam and Hoss\u2026but the roads we travel throughout our lives, all lead in one direction\u2026the end of the road. How we arrive at that point and where we go from there, all depends on how we travel down the paths of our lives. It isn\u2019t easy, living a good decent life, I\u2019ve already learned that, but I have a particular goal in life. I want my father to be proud of me\u2026I want to meet him in heaven one day and hear him say\u2026\u201dWelcome home! I\u2019m proud of you, Joseph!\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

I want people to look at me and remember my father well! I was made in his image, I was reared and taught by my father, I want to honor him with my respect and my loyalty\u2026I want others to remember him as a man among men\u2026a man who overcame life\u2019s hardships and sorrows, yet was able to accomplish what all men desire to obtain and that\u2019s the love, loyalty and respect of his sons.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

I\u2019m not perfect\u2026I never intend to be so\u2026for man, that\u2019s impossible, but I will strive to be the best I can be. If that\u2019s not enough for anyone else, it\u2019s enough for my father. It\u2019s all he\u2019s asked of me\u2026I can never repay him for what he\u2019s done for me, given to me, taught to me\u2026but I can give him that one thing he\u2019s asked of me and that\u2019s\u2026my \u201cbest.\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cGood night, Pa\u2026sleep well\u2026and God Bless.\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Love, Your son,<\/p>\n

Joseph F. Cartwright<\/p>\n

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Summary:\u00a0 Not yet sleepy, Joe sits down at his desk and pens a few thoughts he’s had buzzing around in his head all day.<\/p>\n

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